He nodded at the book. "Sure, anyone can cast a sleeping hex, but to add a poison element to it, that takes skill. And to do as much damage as was done at the festival, well, it had to be a witch doctor."
"And you're the only witch doctor we know," Kyler said. He started to move from his chair, but Dash told him to cool his jets. Kyler and Sonny shared a long glare. Their disagreement wasn't going away anytime soon.
"Where do we find the cure?" I asked impatiently, growing tired of Sonny's games. I was beginning to see why Kyler disliked him.
Sonny shrugged and crossed his arms, defiant. "A witch doctor keeps everything up here," he said, and pointed at his head. "He rarely keeps a written record. And if he or she decides to share said spell or hex, they pass it along orally."
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